In order to have a deeper understanding of the current development trend of the "plot", Lin Tianheng did not leave for the Central Plains immediately. Instead, he agreed to Duan Zhengming's invitation and came to the Dali Palace as a guest.
On this night, apart from Duan Yu who was hit hard and depressed, it could be considered that the guest of honor had a great time.
When Lin Tianheng mentioned the names Wang Xiaoshi and Bai Choufei, Duan Zhengming and Duan Zhengchun both looked blank, and the four ministers also expressed that they had never heard of them.
Lin Tianheng knew this. Presumably the two of them had not yet joined the Jinfeng Xiaoyu Tower and made such a big name, so there was no need to be so anxious about the trip to Bianliang. After all, Jiumozhi was coming to "sent off the sutra" tomorrow.
"Small Phaseless Skill" is not for nothing.
The next day.
Jiumozhi was sitting on a wooden lotus platform carried by four monks in red clothes, heading towards the Tianlong Temple, the holy place of the Duan family in Dali. There were more than ten people in his group, the ground was covered with flowers, and Sanskrit music was lingering. Anyone who saw it would sigh.
What a grand statement!
Jiumozhi clasped his hands together, as if he was chanting sutras with his eyes closed, but he was thinking about how to get the monks of Tianlong Temple to hand over the "Six Meridians Divine Sword", the supreme martial arts of the Duan family, without any bloodshed.
Suddenly, the chanting stopped abruptly, and the monks in red stopped walking one after another, as if even the wind had stopped.
"What's going on?" Jiumozhi suddenly opened his eyes and said with a displeased expression, who in the world dares to block the chariot of King Maharin of Dalun Temple in Daisetsu Mountain!
Through the gauze curtain in front of him, Jiumozhi roughly saw a person standing in the middle of the road ahead, an old man in white.
"King Ming, brothers and sisters are no match for this man, please take action personally." A monk carrying the lotus platform said while looking at several fellow disciples who were easily knocked down.
"Amitabha." Jiumozhi glanced at the monks accusingly, and immediately waved his palms, and the gauze curtain spread elegantly to both sides. He took a step forward, and in a flash, he landed opposite the visitor.
Lin Junhao carefully looked at the Maharaja for a moment. He was dressed in a yellow monk's robe, cloth and mango shoes. His face was full of energy, and there seemed to be a faint flow of precious light, just like a bright jewel, shining naturally, like a Buddha statue.
"If my great-grandfather hadn't told me in advance, I would have thought that this man was a great monk." Lin Junhao secretly thought that Jiumozhi's superficial skills were indeed very impressive.
"Who are you, Your Excellency? Why do you want to block the way of this poor monk?" Jiumozhi's attitude was modest and he did not seem to be angry at all.
"I'm here to ask for something from Prince Ming." Lin Junhao said with a smile.
"Oh? What do you want, Your Excellency?" Jiumozhi's expression changed slightly. He was obviously here to ask for secrets from the Duan family. Unexpectedly, he met someone begging for something before he even arrived at Tianlong Temple.
"Small Wuxiang Kung." As soon as Lin Junhao said these words, Jiumozhi's face suddenly stiffened, and there seemed to be a fierce light in his eyes.
The Small Formless Skill is the deepest secret hidden in Jiumozhi's heart. Now that someone has revealed it, he is not shocked or afraid. The thought of killing people and silencing them suddenly takes shape in his mind.
However, Jiumozhi still looks like an enlightened monk on the surface after all, and it is impossible for him to shout and kill as soon as he opens his mouth, so he denied it flatly and said: "What you said has never been heard by a poor monk. I think you must have mistakenly believed the rumors."
"You don't have to deny this matter. If you don't want to hand it over, just come with me!" Of course, Lin Junhao couldn't doubt what Lin Tianheng ordered him to do. Seeing Jiumozhi being so uncooperative, he could only take coercive measures.
Lin Junhao punched out, his true energy was activated, and a solid fist force appeared in mid-air, almost turning into substance, and it was easy to break mountains and rocks.
When Jiumozhi saw this, his eyes narrowed, and he no longer dared to show any sign of neglect. His palms were like holding balls, and a burst of hot inner energy was released, and the temperature in the air seemed to have increased a bit.
However, Jiumozhi was not in a hurry to launch an offensive. He only waited for Lin Junhao's punch to hit him before he slashed out with a knife with one hand. It was his famous stunt "Flame Knife".
The power of the flaming sword's palm is ethereal and elusive, and it can kill people easily and invisible. It is one of the things that Jiumozhi relies on throughout the Tibetan land.
It's a pity that the flame sword, which has always been successful in the past, has encountered difficulties this time. The quality of Lin Junhao's true energy is not comparable to that of the mediocre ones in Tibet. The flame sword energy collapses at the first touch.
Wang Jiumozhi, the generation king who always liked to care about others, finally tasted the bitter pill. The flaming sword energy he emitted was shattered by Lin Junhao's fierce fist in an instant. Seeing the strength of the fist increased, he had no choice but to stir up all the energy in his body.
, protect the whole body.
Lin Junhao has not yet broken through the Grandmaster, and this punch has not used his full strength, so he has not achieved a sure kill with one move.
Even so, Jiumozhi, who had received the punch forcibly, was in an extremely embarrassed state at the moment. He fell back repeatedly and forcibly discharged his energy into the ground, knocking out all the monks.
Jiumozhi himself was also in extremely uncomfortable condition. Not only was the energy and blood all over his body surging violently, but even his monk's robes were almost lost.
"Who are you? When did Dali have a master like you?" Jiumozhi looked wary. He had already done an investigation and found that there was no strong player in Dali who could threaten him. Only then did he move forward with confidence.
He came to seize the scriptures, and now he encountered such a change, which really surprised him.
"You are no match for me. Hand over the Little Wuxiang Gong quickly." Lin Junhao said calmly. As soon as they fought, he could clearly feel that Jiumozhi's true energy was far less solid than his, and he was determined not to be his.
adversary.
"Your Excellency, you are exaggerating. We still don't know who will win or lose." Jiumozhi smiled coldly, raised his hand and pressed his thumb forward three times. Three sharp finger forces suddenly shot away. These three fingers were
The Maha Finger move among Shaolin's Seventy-Two Special Skills is called "Three Entrances to Hell".
"It's stubborn." A cold light flashed in Lin Junhao's eyes, and he struck out with another punch, instantly neutralizing Jiumozhi's three fingers.
Jiumozhi couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart when he saw that Lin Junhao had neutralized his finger strength so easily. He originally wanted to use Shaolin Kung Fu in a sneak attack to disturb the opponent's mind, but he never thought that Lin Junhao would not be fooled at all.
Jiumozhi naturally did not expect that such a strong man as Lin Junhao had never even experienced Shaolin martial arts. It was really Zhou Gong who stole Daji as his wife, of course.
However, as Jiumozhi used more and more martial arts, Lin Junhao became somewhat interested and wanted to experience the martial arts in this world, so he deliberately let go and fought with Jiumozhi back and forth.
When Jiumozhi saw this, he thought it was because Lin Junhao was old and exhausted, so he thought of using the "drag trick" to drag Lin Junhao down. This was exactly what Lin Junhao wanted.
"It's just Jiumozhi, why haven't you taken it down yet?" When Lin Junhao and Jiumozhi were fighting fiercely, Lin Tianheng's voice suddenly appeared in their ears.
The two people who were originally immersed in the battle suddenly heard Lin Tianheng's voice, and immediately stopped fighting, completely withered.
Only then did Jiumozhi realize that another old man had bullied him within three feet of him, but he didn't notice it.
However, before Jiumozhi could apply oil on his feet, Lin Tianheng had already restrained him with one finger.
"Grandpa, have you solved the matter over there?" Lin Junhao asked awkwardly and had nothing to say.
"If I take action personally, is there anything else that can't be solved?" Lin Tianheng asked.
Early this morning, Lin Tianheng and the two men divided their forces into two groups. Lin Junhao came here to stop Jiumozhi in advance and forced him to hand over the Small Wuxiang Gong, while Lin Tianheng went to Tianlong Temple to "borrow" the "Six Meridians Divine Sword".
With Lin Tianheng's cultivation level, of course no one would be able to find out that he was borrowing it, and he could easily read the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual. On the contrary, Lin Junhao had not yet finished it.
"Of course not." Lin Junhao became even more embarrassed, and then explained, "I just saw that he has many martial arts skills and many tricks, and I was a little bit nervous for a while, so I competed with him for a while."
"Don't worry, there will be plenty of opportunities for us to fight each other in the future." Lin Tianheng smiled, but he did not blame Lin Junhao anymore. He came here to take him to "relax" and let him do something he likes, which will be more beneficial to his breakthrough as a master.
"Look into my eyes." Lin Tianheng turned to Jiumozhi, and powerful spiritual power filled the air. Jiumozhi was obsessed with martial arts and had a huge mental flaw, so he was instantly captivated by Lin Tianheng.
Afterwards, Jiumozhi revealed everything about the Small Phaseless Kung Fu and the Sanskrit he was proficient in.
"Go back and be your monk. Don't come to the Central Plains to stir up trouble." Lin Tianheng pointed at Jiumozhi's eyebrows. At this moment, he seemed to see a Bodhisattva and a Buddha.
"Thank you, my Buddha, for your enlightenment. My Buddha is compassionate." After Lin Tianheng and Lin Junhao left, Jiumozhi just woke up. His anger was gone, and his face was filled with compassion.
Jiumozhi turned around and left, one step at a time, and returned to Tibet in a down-to-earth manner. He promoted Buddhism throughout his life, guided people to do good, and became a generation of holy monks whose name will remain in history.
In this way, Lin Tianheng obtained the skills, Tianlong Temple kept the sword manual, and Jiumozhi achieved enlightenment. It was really a win-win ending. The only depressing thing was that he became a monk in order to resist Jiumozhi, but was eventually defeated by Ge.